Constance Ore is a retired Teacher, Choir Director, and Organist. And a formidable cook.

August 19, 2008

Filed under: My New Life — Constance at 6:40 pm on Tuesday, August 19, 2008


meadowlark by Jeope Wolfe
This morning a heavy mist gave the sunrise a wonderful appearance, and sounds were magnified all around. We heard the rooster that lives several neighbors away crowing into the morning, and Alphie seemed to be listening with extra care. The meadow lark was singing, as was the field sparrow, but otherwise the birds of Sanctuary were mostly silent . . . I was reminded that they really do have a purpose in their song other than providing us with delight, and in this season, territories are not an issue for many species. Now the meadow and forest belong to the spiders with hundreds of webs woven over and between the grasses and appearing unexpectedly across the path between the trees. I carry a small branches which I hold in front of my face or I must deal with spider threads in eyebrows and teeth. As I near the road, I make sure that others do not see me so equipped because I would not wish passersby to conclude that I am going “funny”.


My energy has begun to sag in recent days; moving my body through space feels as though the molecules around me are heavy and there is no lightness in my being. “Up, get up!” instructs the mind, and the physical self reluctantly moves. We meet with the oncologist on Friday of this week. How life proceeds is much on my mind – hopefully information and wisdom will meet and the direction will be clear . . . it seems that there are two options available – more Chemotherapy or let life go on to its conclusion without attempting another intervention.

God who made the earth and heaven, darkness and light:
you the day for work have given, for rest the night.
May your angel guards defend us, slumber sweet your mercy send us,
holy dreams and hopes attend us all through the night.

And when morn again shall call us to run life’s way,
may we still, what-e’er befall us, your will obey.

Guard us waking, guard us sleeping, and, when we die,
may we in your mighty keeping all peaceful lie.

— text: Reginald Heber
— tune: All Through The Night “Ar Hyd Y Nos” (Welsh)

4 Comments

Comment by irene Beethe

August 21, 2008 @ 6:35 pm

Dear Connie,

You and Charles will be in our prayers, especially on Friday as you meet with the doctor! Rest well tonight, safe in Jesus’ arms!

Love, Irene

Comment by Heidi

August 25, 2008 @ 8:22 pm

Mom

I think that if you attached a little flag to your stick, no-one would look twice – well, I might look twice and giggle a little bit, but really that should not stop you. I’ll find you some flags to wave.

As far as the big issue goes,

Every day we do things, we are things that have to do with peace. If we are aware of our life…, our way of looking at things, we will know how to make peace right in the moment, we are alive.
Thich Nhat Hanh

I wish you peace and joy in every moment.

Love H

Comment by Tom Ramsey

August 26, 2008 @ 6:49 am

You’ve been in my prayers. Owing to computer glitches of recent days, just getting this post today. I, too, along with Heidi, wish you peace and joy in every moment, secure in Jesus, the Prince of Peace. God’s blessings, dear friend, Jesus loves you…and so do I!…Tom

Comment by Trudy Dubbe Schmalz

November 17, 2009 @ 6:11 pm

Connie,
Though I haven’t been in touch with you for years, please know that you have been and are in my thoughts and prayers. My Mom lost her fight with cancer over a year ago. I have fond memories of working with you.
God bless you, dear woman!
Trudy Dubbe Schmalz

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